I'm all alone in a room;
Nobody here;
So I remove myself from my chair;
Walk down the hall to the stairs;
Somebody took my house;
And made it inside out;
Now to cut the grass I have to do it under the bathroom steps;
Honeybees and fireflies;
Light up the place where once was my living room lies;
As a matter of fact;
It only takes four bricks;
To make a wall so big;
That it will furbish, furors and funk all the kids;
So don't pet the cat, or I'll kiss you with my bat;
You can't use that purr-fume that way;
Purina have to be fed everyday;
So little kids please come here;
Snickers, by far, will make any child crawl;
Then Baby Ruth just a sweet brute;
I know what I'd say;
I used to eat Milky way;
So kids please stay off the grass;
It'll be a matter of time when you'll have a house like mind;
This Room outside Inn;
6/25/81
Written words by James Edward Lee & Gary Boyle ©1981
No trails and traces
Of witching hours,
No tandem rides of battles
And encounters either.
No more tumultuous furors,
And cadence into tempestuous errors.
No sounds of sledgehammers
And Kalashnikovs,
No manipulations, bloodshed
And carcasses and gunshots.
No more beheading infants,
But juvenile and puerile breaths
Are nourished with iridescent.
No genocide and annihilation,
No holocaust and conflagration.
Cessation of innocent blood,
And termination of cadaver flood.
Slavery, bondage and servitude ends,
When the air gets pregnant
With fragrance of love
And these images of peace again.
From: India
Copyright ©: 10 November, 2016
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